Monday, January 31, 2011

Money Diary - Take Two

My co-worker and I have decided to do money diaries again for the month of February.  It will be interesting to compare my February expenses to my October expenses, since I won't have a Halloween party to buy for this time.  My co-worker wanted to do it again this month to compare the cost of her utilities, but I don't think it will make much of a difference to my expenses.  Yes, I use more heat in February than I do in October, but I pay the same price every month to the oil company - we signed up for their budget program.  So I expect I'll only see a difference in my personal spending.

I think that this will also help me to see what I can do to limit my spending and start paying off my student loan and my car more rapidly.  As I said in my post last week - I don't necessarily want to eliminate all of my frivolous spending, but cutting back might not be a terrible idea. has been going an excellent job of showing me just how my frivolous spending I've been doing and, quite frankly, I'm appalled.  I spent $192 at restaurants in January, and that's in addition to the $40 weekly allowance I take out of the bank in cash every week (which almost always gets spent on food).  That is pretty ridiculous.  To be fair, I did take Chris out to dinner for our anniversary and for his birthday, but that's still a lot of money for one month.  I really need to work on that.  Perhaps meal planning would help?

So yeah, I think it should be interesting.  Hooray for budgeting!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

At night. When it's dark.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to live alone.  Not that I want to live alone - living with Chris is working out very nicely for me.  I just think about what it would be like:  what would be easier, what would be more difficult.  Stuff like that.  Mostly I think I would be fine, though not very happy.  But still able to cope.

Then Chris goes to a stupid midnight Magic release and I am left to my own devices overnight.  This makes me realize just how deep my terror of being alone runs.  Something about the dark just puts all my fears into overdrive.  Is something on fire?  Is someone breaking in?  What if I am abducted by aliens?  What if there is a ghost/demon?  All of these mostly unreasonable thoughts just race through my head and I am rendered almost entirely unable to function.  Somehow it is better if I am downstairs, although I am not entirely sure why.  So I sat on the sofa watching Dexter until 3:00 am, when I decided I was finally exhausted enough that my tiredness would win out over my fear and I would be able to fall asleep. 

Not so much.  Instead I spent the next hour wide-eyed and terrified, ears straining to listen for weird sounds.  Eventually I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up this morning covered in cats, blessed sunlight streaming in through the windows.  I really don't know what my problem is, but I do know that it is probably good I don't live alone.

Friday, January 28, 2011

On Domesticity

I stayed home from work on Wednesday due to snow.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I tried to go to work, but I panicked halfway there and turned around.  It took me 40 minutes to drive what usually takes me 15 minutes.  But anyway, the important thing is that I spent the day at home.  I tried to convince Chris to stay home with me, but he was already leaving by the time I called to let him know I was coming back home.  Also, he's a lot more manly (by which I mean willing to drive in the snow) than I am.

So I arrived home at 8:30 to an empty house and a long day with no plans.  I was a little terrified, to be honest.  I do not like to be alone and I do not deal well with unscheduled time.  What would I do all day?  Well, let me tell you.  First I had breakfast (cinnamon toast with hot chocolate - traditional snow day food) while I watched a few episodes of Dexter.  Then I straightened up the house, changed the cat litter, folded laundry, organized my closet, watched a few more episodes of Dexter, and made dinner.  It was a very relaxing, productive day.  So this is the life of a housewife...

I have always felt that housewifery must be the worst, most soul-crushing thing in the world.  Sitting at home all day with nothing to do except catering to your man's needs.  Ugh.  But now that I have experienced (a very tiny taste of ) it, I am re-evaluating my feelings.  Housework, it turns out, is not nearly so awful and time-consuming if you keep up with it.  I have noticed this just from the implementation of a chore calendar.  So imagine how much easier it would be if I had whole entire days to while away at it.  And it is even more enjoyable if you can watch tv or look at the internet between tasks rather than just trying to cram it all into the few minutes you have to yourself after working all day.  I can see how this could be appealing.

Of course, none of this affects the major problem I have with housewifery as a career - you're not making any money.  I know that as a housewife you are generally pretty dependent upon your husband to support you, and that's all very well and good.  Until, that is, he grows tired of you or loses his job or any number of other things that can cause a husband to stop paying for you to sit at home and watch tv/clean all day.  Look, I know this is pretty offensive to a lot of housewives.  And I know that in lots of situations it all works out very well.  But I, as a rule, try not to take anything for granted.  I'm not really interested in putting myself at the financial mercy of another person, it's just not my way.  You might call me a pessimist, but I prefer to think of myself as a realist.  You just never know.

So if I was ever going to be a housewife, I think I'd probably have to also be working from home in some capacity.  Something easy to which I wouldn't have to dedicate much time, so I would still have plenty of free hours to lounge about.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Winter Scene

Dear guy across the street with two snow-blowers,

Don't mind me, it's cool.  I don't need any assistance.  I'm just standing here in my half-shoveled walkway for fun.  Take no notice of the inhaler I have used twice while shoveling this scant span of sidewalk.  Ignore the fact that I am coughing so hard that I may vomit.  I am fine.

Do you really need two snow-blowers?  I mean, really.  You can't use them at the same time.  Do you intend to juggle them?  Is the second one there just to make us poor shoveling saps jealous?  It is working.

You know, if I had two snow-blowers (or even just one for that matter) I'd probably snow-blow the whole block.  Not only do those snow-blowers look like a lot of fun, but I'd also be doing a nice thing for my neighbors.  And doing nice things makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside - a perfect way to combat the cold winter winds.  Then no-one would have to simultaneously hack up a lung and have a heart attack at 7:30 in the morning.  What a crazy idea!

Seriously though - why do you need two?

The lady who moved in across the street over a year ago to whom you still have not introduced yourself

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

What I Wore Wednesday

What I Wore - 01/26/11
Today was a snow day, so I don't intend to spend much time out of my pajamas.  That is the best kind of day.

Sweater - hand-me-down
Pajama Pants - Christmas gift
Slippers - Christmas gift

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Tuesday Tunes

You've probably heard this song before unless you live under a rock.  But just in case you do live under a rock, I wanted to share it with you because I think it is one of the most adorable, romantic songs I've ever heard.

Home - Edward Sharp & the Magnetic Zeros

Monday, January 24, 2011


AT work we sometimes listen to Dave Ramsey.  We've also recently been listening to Suze Orman.  They differ in a some ways, but they both advise paying off all of your debts as quickly as possible.  I hear calls from people who are so much worse off than I am (for I am not very bad off at all) and I get extremely motivated to pay off my debt ASAP.  I don't really have anything terrible - I have about $3000 remaining in student loans and $9000 left on my car.  Oh, and my house.  But that's probably going to take a little while.

So I get excited because it wouldn't take me very long to be debt-free (other than my house) if I just threw all my extra money towards my little debts.  But then I get to thinking about how many things I would like to do/buy.  Things that require money.  And I also start thinking about how much I love watching my extra money pile up in my checking account.  If I put all of my exra money towards my student loan and then my car, it won't accumulate in the bank.  I won't have it anymore in case of emergency.  I know, of course, that by paying off those things I'd be saving lots of money in the long run.  Money that I can then begin to stockpile again.  But I want it now, even though it doesn't make sense.

It's just very difficult.  There's got to be some sort of middle ground that is financially responsible.  Isn't it reasonable for me to pay a little extra on my loans, put some of my extra money in bank, and still go out to dinner, and on vacations, and buy things I like?  Isn't it okay to enjoy myself as long as I am not charging things to credit cards?  I mean, I will only be here, now, as I am right this moment, once.  I will get older and have more responsibilities and become less and less able to do whatever I want.  So while I don't want to throw all caution to the wind and spend more than I have, I also don't want to limit myself entirely and miss out on the life I have right now.  I just don't know what is the right thing to do.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Our Story - Part 2

When we left off yesterday, our hero (me) had lost all hope of ever winning the heart of her true love.  She had driven him away by stealing all of his friends and turning them against him (oops).

So yeah.  We weren't really speaking which, looking back on it, must have been really awkward for everyone else.  Or maybe they didn't even notice.  After all, they are guys.  And guys are generally pretty oblivious.  Anyway, things went on like that for a while.  Then this girl started to hang around at the convenience store where most of the guys worked.  She was a little older than us and blonde, which is really all you need to know.  Chris began to develop a thing for her.  I was, of course, appalled and jealous and heartbroken again, but I saw my opening and I went for it.  I told him that I was there if he ever wanted to talk or needed a female insight into winning her over.  He fell for it.  We pretty much picked up where we had left off, talking and hanging out and generally being friends again.  He would tell me what they talked about and asked for advice on asking her out and complained to me when she stood him up.  I could tell from the start that she was just using him (and some of my other guys) to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and that this wasn't going to go anywhere, but he of course would not listen to me when I told him this.  Until, of course, she ended up pregnant by the ex-boyfriend.  Oh happy day.  Now he was upset and needed comforting and we became even closer.

Things continued on this way for a while, years even.  We were basically a couple in that we were almost always together, but he still blatantly ignored my obvious feelings for him.  And I, afraid to drive him away again, refused to bring up the subject.  Until, that is, another lady came into the picture.

Around December of 2006, he started talking frequently about a girl he worked with and I started to get concerned.  Eventually he told me he intended to ask her out and I pretty much flew off the handle.  I poured out my feelings for him that night in the car when he dropped me off at home, finally declaring my undying love for him.  I told him he had two options.  He could either give me a chance and date me or he could go ahead and date this whore at his workplace.  But if he chose the other girl, I was done with him.  I would no longer put up with this fake dating.  I wouldn't leave the group or anything crazy like that - those guys were my friends now just as much as they were his - but he would be like just another acquaintance to me.  No more close friendship.  No more going to dinner or movies or hanging out one on one.  No more calling him to wake him up for work or buying him gifts or listening while he tells me of his hopes and dreams.  He would have to find another confidante.

You can't even  imagine how... freeing it was to finally get all of this out in the open.  I had finally reached the point where I could not go on anymore without getting some sort of closure, good or bad.  You know that quote "and the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." by Ana├»s Nin?  That, I felt, was the perfect way to sum it up.  I just had to say something.  I couldn't let him slip away without knowing how I felt.

He told me he would think about it.  And he did, for two weeks.  I was pretty much dying inside during those two weeks, but he acted as if everything was normal.  I couldn't take it anymore and confronted him about it on our way to wings the third week after I had told him everything.  He told me that he was intending to talk to me about it on the way home from wings so as not to "ruin the rest of the night".  This did not fill me with confidence so I told him that was fine.  We could talk about it on the way home.  I wanted to live in hopeful ignorance for as long as possible.  I spent the evening anxious and terrified, trying to drag out our group activities as much as I could so as to delay the final crushing of all my dreams.  But eventually we had to go home.

As you can probably imagine, he had made the right decision on January 10, 2007 and decided to give me a chance.  He was concerned, though, that the guys might react negatively towards him if we broke up, so he decided we wouldn't tell them about it until we could see that it would be a long term relationship.  I agreed, since I knew that he was mine now and would never escape my clutches.  And that's pretty much the way it went down.  After a few months of resistance and shiftiness, he began to realize that is just made sense, this relationship between us and finally began to fall for me.  We eventually told our friends, moved into the apartment together in 2008, bought this house in 2009, and got engaged in 2010.  And next year we'll be getting married. 

So there you have it.  The mostly complete timeline of my relationship with Chris.  I warned you that it was not very romantic, but it all worked out in the end. 

Friday, January 21, 2011

Our Story

In light of the fact that exactly a year from today Chris and I will be getting married, I decided to take this opportunity and tell you Our Story.  I'll warn you ahead of time that it is not a very romantic story.

Chris and I first met in 10th grade art class (in 1999).  He was the weird, slightly creepy guy who you expected would snap ant any moment and go on a shooting spree at school - he even had a black trench coat, the sure sign of evil in a world that had just experienced the Columbine Shootings.  He was funny, but also kind of a jerk.  He did his own thing and didn't really seem to care what anyone thought about it.  I was intrigued by him, but not in any sort of romantic way.  I just thought he seemed like my kind of person.  So I spent the year observing him, as it is not my habit to randomly befriend someone without doing intensive research first.  I only spoke to him for the first time on the second to last day of the school year.

The next year, 11th grade, he just so happened to be in my art class again.  This time I sat at his table and we talked often.  I was right about him, I thoroughly enjoyed his company.  We became friends.  I grew more and more attached, going as far as talking to him on AIM during non-school time, which was almost unheard of for me (I am very socially backwards, as you may know).  Towards the end of the year, one of our table-mates made a joke about our constant companionable bickering.  She said, to the fourth member of our table, "Just you watch, those two are going to end up married someday."  While I initially laughed it off - he wasn't at all my type, there was no way that was going to happen - part of me could not stop thinking about it.

We IMed a little over the summer, but I didn't really think about him all that much.  Then, on the first day of senior year, he came into my homeroom before class started to see if maybe we had art together for the third year in a row.  As soon as he walked in the room, I knew I was in trouble.  It was as though a beam of light had shone down from above, and angels sang around him.  I quickly stifled these feelings.  We did not have the same art class, but he had study hall during my art period and I had study hall during his art period.  Perhaps we could work something out...  Our art teacher, the wonderful lady that she was, allowed us to come to the art room and work independently on our art work during each others art class.  So basically we didn't have just one art class together, but two back-to-back periods!  Score!

I managed to stomp out my sparkly feelings for him for a month or two.  Then my family moved.  Don't worry, we moved from one house to another in the same school district.  But I took a few days off to get everything settled.  During those four or five days, I could not wait to get back to school, although that was just ridiculous.  Who in their right mind wants to go back to school?  So finally, when they day came to go back, I was skipping down the hall to double art class when I realized the true reason I was so excited to be back.  I could see Chris again!  Oh happy day!  I actually literally stopped in the middle of the empty hallway to hug myself.  I was screwed.

I quickly became a ridiculous, lovesick idiot.  I spent as much time as possible with him during school, and IMed him when I was at home.  Eventually I worked up the courage to ask him to take me Christmas shopping at the mall.  I have to stop here for a minute and express to you what a big deal this was to me.  I did not go places with people.  And on the rare occasion that I did, I certainly didn't allow them to drive me.  I did not trust people my age to drive safely.  And I did not trust boys enough to spend time alone with them.  But I asked Chris to drive me to the mall.  Alone.  So it was a huge deal.  He agreed and we had a really good time and I was even more infatuated and spent much of my time trying to plan out other ways to go places alone with him without actually proposing that we go on a date.  During Christmas break, he came over to my house to get me started playing FF7, since I had gotten a Playstation as a gift.  He was there for hours and as far as I was concerned it was the happiest moment of my young life.

After that, I think he started to realize what was going on.  He still talked to me and stuff, but he was somewhat standoffish.  I became desperate and clingy, which only served to further drive him away.  Prom time came around and he refused to take me.  My little heart was broken, but I did not give up.  I continued to cling.  I was so afraid that we would graduate and I would never see him again.

We did graduate, and I continued to IM him and trick him into hanging out with me.  My friend (Kim) started dating one of his friends (Dustin), which was just about the most convenient thing ever.  We could hang out, all four of us, and it was almost like a double date (except I was the only one seeing it that way).  Eventually I got dragged (literally) to a gathering at Chris and Dustin's friend's house (Steve) and I began integrating myself into their group.  I very quickly grew to love them all and I was very happy.  Not only did I suddenly have a bunch of really nice guys to hang out with, but I also got to be around Chris almost all the time.  He did not enjoy this nearly as much as I did.  In fact, surprisingly enough, he began to resent it and we pretty much stopped speaking.

Wow, this has gotten really long.  I won't bore you any more today.  What will happen next in this sordid tale of unrequited love?  Does our hero ever win over the man of her dreams?  Tune in tomorrow for the stirring conclusion.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Talented Mr. Ripley

We just finished listening to The Talented Mr. Ripley at work today.  I remember, a few years back (okay, I guess it was twelve years ago, that's not really a few), hearing about the movie and thinking it didn't sound very good.  Wow, I am a terrible judge of goodness.

This book was amazing!  I guess you'd call it a psychological thriller, which is probably why I would have written it off without giving it a chance.  Usually, when I think of thrillers, I think of books by Tom Clancy or John Grisham, and those aren't really my kind of books.  So I tend to stay away from the genre as a whole.  But then I read books like this and I start to re-evaluate my stance on thrillers.  Much like mysteries, I think I may branch out and try some other thrillers.

But yeah, I really enjoyed this book.  It kind of reminded me of Catch Me If You Can, another book which spawned a movie that I thought looked boring and was totally wrong about.  I guess it is similar in that they are both con men, but different in that Frank is very crafty and calculating when as Tom is just straight up crazy.

I would recommend this book if you like con men, psychopaths, and rooting for the bad guy.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What I Wore Wednesday

What I Wore - 01/19/11

Here's what I wore this Wednesday.  This is my first WIWW, so please forgive my blurry photo.  A very tired Chris took it for me.

Hat - Forever 21
Scarf - Christmas gift
Shirt - PFSC
Coat - Target
Jeans - Calvin Klein
Boots - Doc Martens

I bet you wish your kitchen walls looked like someone tried to skin them alive...  Forgive the walls as well, we're renovating.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Tuesday Tunes

Does anyone else out there have a long list of songs they consider to be their "theme songs" or is it just me?  Either way, I definitely consider this to be one of my themes. 

Out Of The Blue - Julian Casablancas

Monday, January 17, 2011

Klingers on Carsonia

Last night we went to Klinger's on Carsonia for Chris and Mike's combined birthday celebration.  They both have birthdays in January, so my parents take the whole lot of us out to dinner all at once.

I'd never been there before, but my dad raves about the place all the time.  I was a little skeptical when we first arrived - the parking lot has about four spaces (okay, I may be exaggerating a little, but it is a small parking lot) and we had to park down the street at Redner's.  I continued to be skeptical when we stepped inside and and were confronted with a very loud, very cramped bar.  I might have been a little quicker to judge than usual, since I had a terrible headache and the shouting sports fans were not helping.  We were led by the hostess into the back room, which was much larger and much quieter than the bar room.  The menu was large - there were a lot of things that I wanted to try.  I decided upon the Klinger's Chicken Sandwich with fries.  We also got the appetizer sampler with mozzarella sticks, boneless wings, and cuban cigars.  We chose old bay and Jameson whiskey bbq boneless wings.  I didn't eat any of the cuban cigars, since I can't tolerate spicy things, but everything else was amazing.  Like seriously amazing.  Chris really liked it too, we will definitely be going back.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

How did this happen?

So we went to the reptile expo today and Chris bought a new snake.  That brings our pet total up to: three cats, two snakes, a lizard, a rock shrimp, seven ghost shrimp, and a betta (the last nine pets are housed in the fish tank my sister made for us for Christmas - as soon as she finishes the light she custom-building for us I will post photos).  My house is officially a pet store.  Don't believe me?  Check out the new setup in the art room:

See?  Totally a pet store.  It's a white lipped python, by the way.  The new snake, that is.  She seems pretty okay, although I am told they are not very friendly in general.  Chris thinks he can tame her, but we'll see.

In somewhat related but not nearly as pleasant news, we think my snake has some sort of blockage. She's looking rather swollen towards the tail end and we haven't seen any new snake poop in her tank for a little while.  We tried soaking her in warm water yesterday, on the advice of a reptile vet at the expo, but it doesn't seem to have done any good.  I'm not sure what the next step should be.  Should we wait a little while to see if anything happens or should we take her to the vet right away?  Are there even any vets around here that deal with snakes?  If anyone has any advice, please let me know.

Friday, January 14, 2011


Last night, when I was home by myself, I went through the same process of shock and wonderment that I go through periodically when I am home alone.  I just wander around the house looking at everything and being bewildered.  I mean, I still just can't believe I own a house.  And all the stuff to fill a house.  How does that happen?  I don't really feel old enough for all of this.  I keep getting this feeling that there is something huge I am forgetting, and that eventually the other shoe will drop and it will all be taken away from me.  Is this a feeling that will eventually go away, or will I feel like this for the rest of my life?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A Night To Myself

Tonight Chris is going to the Magic shop and I do not have any plans.  An entire night to myself - how very unusual!  I have some very ambitious plans for the evening.  Here are some of the possibilities:
  • take a shower
  • eat cereal for dinner
  • watch a movie and/or Dexter
  • draw
  • have a cup of tea
  • sleep
Oh man, it's going to be a wild party. I might even go to bed at 10:00!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A Harrowing Tale

Today was a scary day.  It snowed last night, but all the roads in my town were clear and wonderful and mostly just wet.  Awesome.

It was carpooling day, so I thought it would be safe for me to drive Chris and I to work.  Got on the highway - no problem.  Got off the highway at the exit to drop Chris off for work - not so great.  The closer we got to his owrkplace,the worse the roads became.  I was weeping in terror.  My car is terrible in the snow, no matter what anyone thinks.  Just because it is a crossover doesn't mean it is good in the snow.  It is front wheel drive, just like any other regular car.  Next car I get will totally be all wheel drive, but this one is not.  Plus my tires are not great and neither are my brakes.  Plus I just get panicky in the car.  So.  Yeah.  It wasn't fun.

Obviously we both got to work safely, but it was still pretty scary.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Tuesday Tunes

If you are not listening to this album (The Hazards of Love by The Decemberists) right now, you should stop whatever it is you are doing and go listen to it right now.

Monday, January 10, 2011

My First Wedding Expo

Yesterday I went to my first wedding expo.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I went to a wedding expo many years back with my uncle's fiance, but that wasn't really for me, so I don't think it counts.  Aaaaanyway, I went to a wedding expo yesterday with my mum, my sister, Kim, and Meghan.  It was a pretty girly weekend, all things considered, since Kim, Meghan, and I spent almost six hours at the mall on Saturday.

...but yeah, the wedding expo.

I hadn't really been that excited about the wedding.  Well no, that's not entirely true.  I was excited, but it just didn't seem very really, you know?  I have been secretly hoping and planning to marry this guy for the last nine years or so.  Actually doing it for real is a little overwhelming.  While we were at the expo, I saw one of the invitations that I had saved in my secret wedding folder years and years ago - one that says "Today I marry my best friend" - and I nearly lost it.  Heck, I'm getting choked up just typing it here.  I just never thought this day would ever come, even though I had hoped and prayed for it for so long.

So don't worry - I'm super excited now.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

New Laptop

I bought a new laptop last night!  As you may or may not know, my old laptop has recently had a problem with charging.  The little hole where you plug in the power cord is loose and you have to hold it in the whole time or it does not charge.  Very frustrating.  Before you ask, it is not a power cord issue - I just bought a new power cord. Also, I have had that laptop for 3 years, and it was the cheapest laptop available when I bought it.  So the way I see it, I was due for an upgrade.

This is my new laptop, the Samsung R580-JBB2.  It is very shiny and red and so far I am very fond of it.  It is just the slightest bit larger than my old one, so I had a bit of difficulty getting it into my old laptop case.  That's pretty much my only complaint.  First world problems, right?

Friday, January 7, 2011

The Giver

We are listening to The Giver by Lois Lowry at work.  I have read it before, way back in 7th or 8th grade, and I remember hating it.  I couldn't really remember what exactly I hated so much about it, so I was pretty excited to hear it again and figure out the cause for my disdain.

Now that I am  hearing it, I pretty much remember.  I mean now, as an adult, I can recognize that it is a good book making a meaningful statement and whatnot.  But I still think it is awful.  The story, I mean, the society.    I love well fleshed-out "fantasy" worlds more than most things, and in that capacity I enjoy this book. I just can't stand the denial of self that "the community" entails. I know that is the point, I know you are supposed to feel that way.  But it just... skeeves me out, you know?  So maybe hate is too strong a word.  It's a fascinating book, it's just not somewhere I want to live.

Thursday, January 6, 2011


Yesterday when Chris came home from work, he brought in a package from the porch that I had somehow missed when I retrieved the mail.  It contained my anniversary gifts (our four year dating anniversary is on the 10th of January)!  As usual, he attempted to convince me to open it early.  For once, I gave it and opened it immediately.

For my 4th anniversary, I received some jewel beetle earrings:
and a meteorite necklace:
both from The Evolution Store.  We discovered this place a few months ago and have been hooked ever since.  We got Christmas presents for the guys (and girls) from them (mink penis bones) and were shocked by how fast they got here.  And I am pretty sure Chris ordered these newest additions to my jewelry collection on Monday, so they arrived quickly as well.  This may be because they are only a state away, but I remain impressed.

It's weird, but I was never much of a jewelry person.  Not because I don't like jewelry, but because I couldn't be bothered to spend money on it.  But now that I have someone purchasing it for me, I am pretty excited about it.  I can finally be one of those people who coordinate their jewelry with their outfits.  Hooray!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


Back in November, the same night Chris ran into a wall and needed five stitches in his head, I lost a diamond from my engagement ring.  In fact, I lost it at the hospital.  On Sunday,I lost another while putting clothes away in my closet.  And when I got to work yesterday, I realized a third was missing.

Now luckily we got the protection plan, which includes stone replacement, but there is a problem.  The plan states that I have to bring it in for cleaning and inspection every six months.  I have only had it since September, but Chris bought it back in May.  Ooops.  Chris called them about it yesterday and they said it should be fine, but I am skeptical.  I'm going to be pretty upset it I have to pay to replace three diamonds.

I've decided not to wear it until it is fixed, for fear that I will slowly lose all of my diamonds over the course of the next month.  It feels really weird to have a naked ring finger.  We really should have my second engagement ring re-sized so that I can alternate when I need to take them in for cleaning.  How will everyone know that I am engaged if there is nothing on my fiiiiiiiinger?

Monday, January 3, 2011

Hunger Strike

I am jump-strating my completely achievable weight loss with a liquid diet.  How exciting!

Yes, I know this is probably a completely boring topic to most of you.  So don't worry, I'll try not to talk about it very often.  And I won't put you to sleep with daily calorie counts or anything like that.  If, though, you'd like to see my calorie counts, take a little journey to my SparkPeople page.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


So. 2010.  It was a pretty good year, for the most part.  I mean, come on, I got engaged - that's pretty exciting.  But there were some sad times as well.

Rather than dwell on those sad times, I'll move right on along to my resolutions.  They are pretty much the same as last year's resolutions.

1) Sketches: I want to keep doing this.  I have been drawing a lot more recently and I am really enjoying it.  So expect to see more of my drawings.

2) Write More Blog Entries: This is rather self-explanitory, I know.  Going to (continue to) up my post numbers here and at The Hateful Hovel.

3) Clean All The Things: I NEED to get into some sort of general housekeeping routine.  Seriously.  This place is getting out of hand.

4) Weigh Less:  I am getting married in a little over a year (wow, that's intense - I should probably start planning this thing).  I want to take this 130 pound body and drop it back down to 115 pounds (and maintain it). 

So.  2011.  Let's get things off on the right foot.